Chapter 63

They ruined someone's good deed!

How did it develop to this extent?

ha……

"Then don't bother me, go find someone to play with yourself, Miss."

Seeing Shen Er leave after saying those words, Dong Shu didn't chase after him. She belatedly realized how annoying it was that she had followed a stranger without any reason.

Fuyuki covered her burning face with both hands, suddenly feeling embarrassed and socially awkward.

Seriously, this is the first time she has ever acted so rudely; it's absolutely shameful.

He's become a very bad kid.

Ah, no, she's not a child!

...But it's still so embarrassing.

"Waaah, Naruko." Fuyuki peeked through her fingers, her eyes already misty, and looked at the katana beside her.

"I did something really strange." Fuyuki's voice was low; she never hesitated to ask her own tsukumogami for comfort.

Minghu froze. He had only come to fight and didn't know what had happened before. Not good at socializing, he couldn't say anything to comfort him. However, the fox would speak up to reassure his lord.

"My lord, it's alright. I trust you will handle it well."

Narukko reached out and patted Fuyuki's head, using his fox-like language to soothe the young master's sudden outburst of emotions.

"My lord, relax! You're here, Minghu, don't cry... Minghu, give my lord a hug!"

The fox was about to explode when, right before its eyes, the Saniwa's tears soaked the skin of her fingers.

She asked earnestly, "Really?"

The winter tree looked like it was about to break.

Oh, my dear lord! That wretched man! He actually made my lord cry!

The fox throws a left hook and a right hook!

When we get back, I'll have Minghu intensify his training. Next time, we'll definitely defeat this man who made our lord cry!

Naruko: ?

Fuyuki was quite comfortable crying in front of his own tsukumogami and didn't feel embarrassed at all. Before long, he was amused by the fox's desperate efforts and started laughing.

Crying is temporary; smiles should be a constant feature on a child's face.

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"spine."

nod.

"Thorn Lord".

nod.

"Thorn Sauce~"

She nodded shyly.

Dog Curly is like a soft, white dumpling with chubby cheeks. When he looks at people with his big, pale purple eyes, it's impossible not to feel your heart melt.

Dongshu rubbed and pinched it from time to time, finally getting her fill. She then rubbed the dog-curled thorns' now tangled white fur one last time before reluctantly leaving.

As someone who occasionally acts like an older sister, she would never interfere with her adorable younger brother's study time.

Fuyuki smiled, nodded to the teacher who was waiting nearby, and left contentedly.

She strolled slowly, then skillfully joined the queue. As the queue moved forward, the information on her phone wasn't very appealing, so she scrolled through it idly until it was her turn.

The delicious ice cream is so sweet; no wonder this shop attracts so many people.

Dongshu leisurely enjoyed the moment, her pace slowing down until she finally found a park bench, leaned back, and her feet inevitably dangling slightly in the air.

She looked up and squinted at the sky. The sunlight was beautiful; the sun, which could already be called the setting sun, was sinking into the horizon, and the surrounding clouds were tinged with its colors. It was a peaceful and extremely beautiful scene.

The ice cream in her hand was quickly devoured. In the absence of events, Fuyuki was always leisurely. She didn't like to force herself to do anything and preferred to do whatever she wanted, and she had the means to do so.

Whether it's herself, the spirit, or the world's consciousness, these are all prerequisites for her to do whatever she wants.

Just like now, the air was filled with chaos, and the disgusting cursed spirits made her unconsciously frown.

Dongshu suddenly stood up, the brilliant sunset shining on her cheeks. She quickened her pace, determined her direction, and started running.

The leperous spirit, riddled with countless holes, keenly spotted her. Its enormous body swept across the street, its long tentacles, dripping with slime, reaching out to attack the young girl.

Fuyuki's shield was activated, but she still instinctively dodged the attacks quickly, and the surrounding buildings began to crumble in a bizarre manner.

Dongshu's hands continued moving, and with the circulation of spiritual energy, pink flowers instantly spread out.

"Master." Kashuu Kiyomitsu picked her up as soon as she landed, preventing the tragic scene of the young Saniwa running away on her short legs.

"die!"

Yamato no Kami Yasusada severed the tentacle with a single slash, his blue eyes filled with fierce killing intent. He and Kashuu Kiyomitsu worked together to carry out their mission of protection and slaughter.

This giant toad was already quite powerful, but not a threat. However, its ability to create smaller toads really annoyed both of them.

Tear it open, it disappears, and it comes back again.

It seemed like an endless war of attrition.

Fuyuki carefully looked around, countless small toads falling into her black eyes. Seeing the scene of Kashuu Kiyomitsu and Yamato no Kami Yasusada being besieged, she felt a sense of resentment.

She won't lose in a contest of numbers.

The hand resumed its movements, and the familiar petals fell again, brushing against the Saniwa's face and nuzzling affectionately.

"Master?" Shokudaikiri Mitsutada quickly took in the surrounding scene. From arrival to battle, it was only a matter of a moment. "It's rare to encounter such a grand scene."

The sword itself was him, and as it was drawn, countless minor cursed spirits were annihilated.

"They've arrived." Bones Toushirou's silver hair flew up. He and Namazuo Toushirou were also a good pair of partners, and complementing each other was their best fighting method.

"Going into battle? That's quite rare." Mikazuki Munechika's katana flew through the air, its gleam no less impressive than any of his companions. At this time of year, as the sun sets and night approaches, it is where his final power as a sword lies.

"If it hurts, please tell me." Gokotai spoke timidly as always, but his hands never wavered. He was a tsukumogami, wielding his sword without fear of battle.

Da Dao, Richa, Tai Dao, Short Dao.

Apart from Hotarumaru, the only greatsword in the citadel that had not yet matured, Fuyuki summoned every other type of sword.

She looked at the moon dancing among the enemy, a beautiful color that he should have possessed forever.

Looking up at the setting sun, she ordered, "Make this quick."

"Yes, sir!"

Fuyuki fell from Kashuu Kiyomitsu's arms and dodged the attacks on her own. The toad spotted her position and its tentacles reached out precisely towards her every time.

However, the shield is enough to ensure Winter Tree's safety.

"Ahhh!"

A scream came from a woman.

As Fuyuki retreated, he was caught off guard and had his glass shattered by the shield, throwing him into the surrounding houses.

"Owner!"

"Damn it! The head has fallen!"

The spirits were shocked by this scene. Even though they knew that the master would be alright, their hearts clenched for a moment, and their already aggressive actions became even more aggressive.

Damn cursed spirit! It deserves to die!

Dongshu coughed twice, but had no wounds on his body and had not suffered any impact.

The scream just now wasn't from her. She stood up and saw the spacious hotel room, the frightened beautiful woman, Shen Er sitting on the bed smoking, and... broken glass all over the floor.

"Master, are you alright?!"

"Master, don't be afraid, we're here!"

The spirits quickly dealt with the cursed spirit. The area outside was in ruins, and they rushed up to surround their injured Saniwa.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"I'm leaving now, we'll talk again next time!"

The beautiful woman in front of them rushed out the door, her words trembling as if they were being scalded.

"Uh..." Fuyuki looked awkwardly at the doorway, then at Shen'er.

It's obvious that she ruined someone else's good time.

The man sitting on the edge of the bed was expressionless, his cold eyes fixed on the lit cigarette in his hand. He had a distinctive scar on his lip, making him unmistakable.

He let go, and the cigarette fell to the ground. He looked up and saw that the circle of tsukumogami seemed to be nonexistent. He stared straight at the winter tree in the middle.

"Kid, we meet again."